I've Got My Memories, Always Inside Of Me.

So tomorrow I leave for a weekend at the shore with my youth group. This 'LBI weekend' has been a vacation that I have participated in since I was fourteen, I believe. And now that I am seventeen and graduating, this is my last LBI weekend. I've had so many great memories: the classic mini golf photo we take every year, lasagna in the trees, climbing on roofs, football on the beach, tearful conversations, sun burn, nail polish, and m&m pancakes. One of my favorite memories is sitting on the deck in the dark with my friends, cuddled in oversized sleeping bags, watching the waves and smelling the sea breeze. I couldn't even tell you what we talked about that night, but I remember thinking how much I love my friends and I love those moments. I look forward to this weekend every year, because I love the escape from the real world, enjoying it with the same people that I have enjoyed it with for the past four years. The house is the same, the beach is the same, the activites are the same, but we are so different. And this is my last, as well as two other boys in my group that are graduating. I've decided that in order to combat the little time we will be there I will not sleep, and instead enjoy every second of listening to the ocean that I cannot see over the sand dunes and darkness of the starry night.